O dear time,
I blink my eyes and you pass..
pinching my attention..
making me realize how far you have taken me with you
that when I look back..
I see a long endless bridge of ceremonious past
built with the bricks of
an immensely spirited childhood
and a carefree wonderful teenage..
and now when I turn back to see forward..
*All I can see is the mosaic you have constructed..
with the streaks and dazzles of an unseen future..
which is calling my novice feet
to walk on its Zigzag path*...
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
O dear time,
I blink my eyes and you pass..
pinching my attention..
making me realize how far you have taken me with you
that when I look back..
I see a long endless bridge of ceremonious past
built with the bricks of
an immensely spirited childhood
and a carefree wonderful teenage..
and now when I turn back to see forward..
*All I can see is the mosaic you have constructed..
with the streaks and dazzles of an unseen future..
which is calling my novice feet
to walk on its Zigzag path*...
Your struggle with the pace of time is your struggle with your ability to identify yourself for tomorrow..
